He hadn't spent any more than two hours at the most at this new tavern and yet here he was, with the wench's back flat against the wooden door to his room as their mouths joined in a hot steamy lock as her hands cradled and found purchase in his full head of hair.
"Oh, traveller," a gasp escaped her when he gave her respite for air. "What brings you to these parts?" She asked in the way that tavern wenches are wont to do, for tales of adventures and a handsome hunk that was both fair to look on and would not be around in two weeks to ask for a hand in marriage was something worth more than gold.
His hands answered instead of his mouth, uncupping her face to flow down her chin to the clavicle and then the swell of her heavy bosom, grasping the substantial bounce in firm strong hands. Uncalloused hands, but strong ones.
"I've come to spend my coin." He murmured, pressing his face to the side of her neck as she kissed the side of his ear. "I made a fortune, and I have been off to see the three kingdoms and five provinces of Blok'tchen."
"How did you make it?" She asked, helping him undo the buttons on his shirt. They were easy to take off, and before long his chest was bare, as was her corset to the chilly night's air.
"I g-"
"Predictions Markets!" The voice was harsh and crowing, every inch the annoying pirate's parrot voice that he'd chosen and generated with an AI model a week ago. "Prediction Markets! Time to wake up and check your latest gambles on prediction markets, Yuyu!"
"Fuuuck!" he groaned, turning over on his bed on the floor. The room was dark, and it was hot. No air conditioning, no medieval baddie splayed across his arms. Just himself and his phone's alarm blaring across the space. And it was just getting good.
Still, fair enough. This was the only way, for now. A hard week ahead, and there was no ramen, no rice. He was pretty sure the soy sauce he paired rice with was also going bad too. If he took out his last $50 to buy stuff for the weekend, then he couldn't gamble, and he couldn't hold on to his assets. Besides, half of that money was staked anyway.
The thought made him snort. What was a crypto brokie doing staking assets? What could he hope to earn? If only he had a job.
Wait, he did but it was a dicey situation and whenever anyone asked irl, he just gave the same excuses: "We're going through a difficult time at the company right now."
He could feel the building contempt for him and not to mention the scorn, which was why he liked to sit alone these days and watch some comdey or Batwoman for the occasional action sequences. Sometimes he sat through entire episodes without even registering what was happening on the screen. Yuyu just wanted to make bank.
"Gambling it is." He sighed. A man must place a bet a day otherwise he could be walking around lucky and never know it.
Yuyu placed several bets a day when he could afford it. His rollovers were not doing well, and his long shots were turning out to be just that these days, long shots in the dark. Just like this morning.
Maybe he should try out what the bald man was peddling these days, even though he was skeptical. How exactly could he bet on price movements when it was the most random thing in the world? Plus, wasn't his money better spent on things he knew?
To think that just a year ago, he was in a better place than this. Not mentally mind you, but at least he had just been coming down from the euphoria of his first four figure week in crypto. Now, it seemed like he was in the that timescape where they go to make it all back. Even if it wasn't working at all.
"Yosh!" He exhaled. Time to check the slips. Down to his last $2 on his favourite prediction markets provider but this was the stuff that dreams and legends were made of, right? Right?
All the bets were settled, and there was no notification that would indicate a win from the 15 he'd set up overnight. Another dud. Maybe he should quit, focus solely on his gameplan for the year, which if he had to give himself credit, he'd been sticking to for the past two weeks. Something was bound to turn up. Hell, he'd even finished his pdf on Virtual Assistance and then realized yet another hitch lay in between his executing the work and sharing out for the world to see. For him to solve a problem and put this solution in the faces of those who needed it exactly.
"At least I've got my Solana jokes to laugh at. And autist will post memes today no doubt. I'll smile and wreck my body till I can't work and then do it all over again." He muttered, the small conversation he was having not a strange thing to him.
Lonely people tend to talk to themselves, and Yuyu was one of those who had thoughts that needed to be examined carefully every chance he got, while remaining productive enough that he didn't get into a funk. It was a very delicate thing, this balance. Much like trying to determine the best coin to snipe without using SolCypher's trading terminal, the Command Center as he liked to call it.
Perhaps this weekend, he would take a breather, let it simmer. He would probably see winning slips and pnls in the telegrams he frequented, but he was now a regular degenerate enough to know that the house would always be ready to welcome another old timer whenever they had enough to go at it again.
Until then, he would spend time studying something else now, in addition to the flashcard. The charts, especially the animated $Sol price counter on Solprice.now. Maybe a change of scenery would be best after all.
Sighing, Yuyu tugged at his hair in frustration. He still wasn't sure how he would make it through the next week.Before he placed any more bets, he locked the screen and lay back on the bed with hands steeped behind his head.
Damn, I wish I had seen her face at least. Or gotten her name.